There lived in a house
a little gnome
with red clogs
wooly hat and
a carving knife in his belt
He was a wonderful
little representative
of gnomekind

One day he went out
to pick a tuft
of healing herb
Because
The old gnome
Knew some healing
Yes a real shaman he was

When he came home
he set the big pot to boil an’
downtook from the wall
his drum

Soon a monotone song
could be heard
ringing out over the clime
Yes it rang so clearly
that it went on out
over the borders of the county
over the borders of the country
over the Atlantic

To a big White house
where a light haired old troll
sat staring
stupid and grumpy

When he heard the song
his heart was filled with joy
It grew and grew
and finally
something burst
inside the old troll’s heart

There was a bang
so high that the tone
carried over the Atlantic
into Sweden
Into Jämtland

Finally
it reached the gnomeshaman’s ears
He nodded, satisfied
and took a large
cup of chaga tea